We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

When Wen Zhixia heard this question, her eyes suddenly turned red.

She knew what he meant.

He wanted to confirm whether he knew it was him that night.

But even if I knew, so what?

He just drank tonight and the alcohol fueled his emotions.

When he wakes up tomorrow, he will still be the sophisticated, selfish, versatile and carefree Mr. Fu.

And his true feelings would become a joke and topic of conversation for him and a bunch of rich kids at the dinner table.

She didn't want her sincerity to be treated as a joke and used for entertainment.

Wen Zhixia, wake up, don't be stubborn anymore, and don't harbor any illusions.

He may like you, but he loves himself the most.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhixia hardened her heart and said, "I don't remember."

After she finished speaking, she looked directly into Fu Ruoshi's gradually cooling eyes and said, "It's been three years. How could I remember such details?"

"What about you, Fu Ruoshi."

"How much do you remember?"

Fu Ruoshi slowly stopped what he was doing and looked at her with an incredible look.

He seemed to be really reminiscing. The mist in his eyes from a moment ago gradually dissipated, and a deeper sense of melancholy flashed across his handsome eyebrows.

But in the end, he said nothing, hiding everything in his deep eyes.

He may be 1% sincere, even at this moment when he is drunk.

Wen Zhixia thought for a long time, and finally asked him in a calm tone, "Why do you want to know this? Are you afraid that I'll get drunk and mistake you for Gu Chun?"

She just asked casually, but it hit Fu Ruoshi's heart.

It was like a fatal blow, pinning him to the spot.

The deep-seated fear was easily dug out by this delicate and fragile woman, whose calm tone was the greatest mockery of him.

"What do you know?" Fu Ruoshi straightened his collar, stood up, and said to her in a cold tone, "I'm thinking about whether to add a confidentiality agreement to the divorce agreement. Actually, it doesn't matter if you recognized the wrong person, but don't go out and say nonsense. It will not only bring shame to the Fu family, but also to yourself."

Wen Zhixia smiled bitterly, "It's amazing that you're so thoughtful."

She sat up quietly and straightened her hair that he had messed up. "Excuse me, do you need anything else? If you do, I can help you. If not, please leave. I have to revise my paper tonight."

Such a self-deprecating tone made Fu Ruoshi's heart clench.

He lowered his head and looked at Wen Zhixia sitting on the sofa with her eyes lowered. She was pale and delicate, like a stubborn porcelain doll. Even though she was clearly broken, she still picked up the pieces from the ground and stuck them back on her body bit by bit.

But he didn't say anything else. Instead, he put on his suit and left without saying a word, slamming the door coldly.

Wen Zhixia didn't stand up from the sofa until she heard his footsteps coming down the stairs.

She saw that he had left his suit, tie, and watch.

"Your clothes!" she shouted towards the staircase.

"No more!" Fu Ruoshi's voice echoed coldly.

Wen Zhixia didn't want to chase after him, nor did she dare to throw it down directly, for fear that if she threw it down, millions of things would be ruined.

The next morning.

Wen Zhixia had sent a message to Liu Zhen before, asking him to come to the hospital to pick up Fu Ruoshi's watch.

Her suit and tie smelled strongly of cigarettes and alcohol, so she took them to the dry cleaners when she left.

As soon as she entered the inpatient department, she heard someone arguing on Li Qin's side.

Wen Zhixia was startled and quickly ran towards the place where the sound came from.

It was Mao Qianqian arguing with Wang Jinmei.

Mao Qianqian said, "This protein powder can promote her body's recovery. Other patients have bought it, why didn't she buy it? Can you please not delay our treatment?"

Wang Jinmei said, "Don't treat me like a fool, okay? This protein powder only costs thirty or forty dollars out there, and you're charging ten times that. Did you take the money? I don't believe you. Send Dr. Wen."

"What's the difference between her coming and me?" Mao Qianqian said arrogantly, "Besides, I'm a doctor, are you a doctor? If you can treat it, then you can treat it yourself. Look, Li Qin is almost dying. If you don't want to be treated, then you can get discharged!"

Wang Jinmei was so angry that she was speechless. "You, what are you talking about!"

At this moment, Wen Zhixia only hated herself for being a doctor. If she were Wang Jinmei, she would have gone over and slapped Mao Qianqian twice.

She quickly stepped forward, suppressing her anger and asking, "What's going on? If you have something to say, talk it over nicely, don't argue."

Seeing Wen Zhixia coming, Wang Jinmei pulled her over as if she had seen a savior, "Doctor Wen, this doctor has no medical ethics. She insisted on prescribing such expensive protein powder for us. You and Director Wu never asked us to buy it before. I want to complain to her!"

"you dare!"

Wen Zhixia knew that the protein powder she was talking about cost more than 600 yuan per box. If Li Qin consumed it in the same amount as she did, it would cost at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. The kickbacks would naturally go into Mao Qianqian's pocket.

She just relied on the fact that her uncle was a big boss, so no one dared to do anything to her, and even if they complained, it would be useless.

"Li Qin suffers from severe burns and is currently in the early stages of treatment," Wen Zhixia explained carefully, trying to ease the atmosphere. "We don't need to overly increase our nutritional intake. The meat, eggs, and milk provided by the hospital are more than enough. However, wound healing requires a large amount of protein to form new cells, so it won't be too late to add more in the middle or later stages."

After hearing Wen Zhixia's explanation, Wang Jinmei, who was originally a little conflicted, finally felt relieved.

"Look, Dr. Wen said I don't need to eat now." Wang Jinmei straightened her back. "I only trust her in the whole hospital. Go away. I need to have a private conversation with Dr. Wen."

"you!!!"

Mao Qianqian was extremely angry, but she didn't have any professional knowledge and couldn't explain why, so she could only use her status to pressure others.

But she didn't expect that Wen Zhixia was so popular that her trick was completely ineffective.

"Okay, don't blame me if your Li Qin dies!" She turned around and left angrily.

Wang Jinmei looked at her back and said, "Doctor Wen, I really don't want to talk to her. Come in and I'll talk to you slowly."

Wen Zhixia nodded, "Okay. I'll put the things back in the department. I'll be right there."

She went back to the office, put Fu Ruoshi's tie and watch in the drawer, and returned to the ward.

As soon as she left, Mao Qianqian followed in stealthily.

Just now, she saw Wen Zhixia carefully putting something away. Driven by curiosity, she closed the door of the department, opened Wen Zhixia's drawer, and flipped down layer by layer until she found an exquisite paper bag.

Inside was a watch and a tie, obviously men's things.

Especially the watch, with its platinum mechanical movement, black dial and strap, it is low-key and luxurious.

She didn't understand the English of the doorman, so she took a photo and uploaded it to the search engine:

58, Patek Philippe.

Mao Qianqian was dumbfounded. She had never seen such an expensive watch in her life.

"Director, the Vice President is looking for you—"

The moment Wen Zhixia pushed the door open, Mao Qianqian felt guilty and shuddered with fear.

There was a snap.

58 fell to the ground and the dial shattered on the spot.